It's pretty obvious,
not so oblivious,
as much as dubious,
like Darth Sidious,
but when the light is off
despite all that cough,
there is no limit
to this thought shift,
if you catch my drift,
as you can lift
that elevator to the hidden sector.
Not much sense
to this intense
nonsense,
but the blessing in disguise
it will not make us wise,
a little worm
can't stand a firestorm,
when you are born,
your mission is clear,
do not stay near,
engulfed in fear,
my dear!
The words that can open
the doors of perception,
without any mention
about the mansion,
with all that passion,
you play with the notes
creating music, mystic
runaway, but hey,
we have no place to stay,
so if you may
find all that we need,
we use all our speed
to get that feedback,
to watch through the crack
that is between worlds,
with not so many words,
no staffs or swords,
you see, you and me,
with all that much energy,
we can pass with no fuss,
before the guardian has
its eight eyes of us.
In the end, there's no mess,
just us, some God bless,
and a dark night no less.
Right here, in Lock Ness.
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Your poem, it's difficult to decode but intense! Well done.
Thanks. I wrote at 3 AM, that's why.
Alright 👍.